NaPoWriMo Poem #14
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to think about your own inspirations and forebears (whether literary or otherwise) and write a poem that deals with the poems, poets, and other people who inspired you to write poems.
Two roads diverged into the night,
And sorry I could not go gently;
A once brave traveler, wishing for the light,
Now in black and full of fright.
Wild things that come out from their crypt,
Curse me now with their fierce bite;
I who learned, too late, the trap I tripped,
How my blind eyes could feel them skip.
The grave men, made from death, flying forward,
Flashing fangs blazed white like meteors.
Had I not been passing by they would have ignored,
Now I fight between the sad height and The Hoard.
And without the morning to cry forth the bright
They descend on me like leaves trodded black.
Oh, I prayed, and kept the fierce tears from sight,
Yet knowing how my frail deeds had no might;
A dying light against a raging attack.
My tale untold and not befitting a knight,
Overcome by fiends without noble pretense.
Two roads diverged into the night, and I-
I took the one that danger skulked by,
And hubris made me lose all common sense!